Summer Class at a Girls School
Copyright 2008 tgwriter7 My father was a bridge builder, an engineer. I grew up in five towns and three countries, I grew up wherever my father's work took us. He had passion for it, said there was something about an idea that came from his mind being built on a massive scale, his thoughts becoming part of the landscape. But then our family would move on leaving nothing but monuments. As families go we got along, we didn't have time to make close friends so we ended up making...